Champagne showers and blow up zebras

First thing to keep in mind when you're attending a concert in London: The O2 can mean either the one in Greenwich or the one at Shepherd's Bush.

I was watching the LMFAO concert at the O2 that evening.

I had just finished grabbing drink with a few coursemates and so I hopped on the tube, thinking that it would only take me around 30 minutes to get from Holborn to North Greenwich. I arrived around 30 minutes before my friends and I had agreed to meet before the show, and was looking for the restaurant that my friends had told me they were grabbing dinner in. However, it was nowhere in sight. I started to get a little worried and decided that I needed to check the location - perhaps it was just in the area. My phone had run out of batteries, and my laptop was close to running out of battery power. I managed to check the location of the restaurant and was absolutely mortified with learning about its location. I realized my grand mistake: I was at the wrong O2.

Now with actually 45 minutes before the start of the show, I raced back to the underground. Of course, there was a delay on the tube, and finally, I made it to O2 Shepherd's Bush. When I got there, I realized that I didn't have the tickets to get in because my friends had bought them. Not only that, but I had gotten there about 1 hour after the show started, so my friends were already all inside. With my phone being dead, and my laptop being nearly out of juice... I had to come up with a plan, pronto.

The ticket hall was full of people walking in and out, and I spotted an electrical socket in the wall - so I immediately whipped out my charger and plugged my laptop in, perched between the bar and the door. I searched up an old list of committee members and found the phone numbers of a few friends who were in the venue at the moment. Then I asked the souvenir seller if I could borrow her phone to make a call. I ended up calling one of the committee members... who was at home.... and asked her to send a text message to my friends inside the venue to come out for five minutes.

Luckily for me, it was a success, and about ten minutes later, I was in, catching Far East Movement's last song.

Now, when LMFAO came on, we had bought standing tickets. Throughout the entire night, I felt like Mufasa in that scene with the wildebeests in the Lion King, not sure if I was going to make it through the night alive without being trampled alive by neon pants, ray-ban wearing teenagers. Five champagne showers, 15 LMFAO songs, and one blow-up zebra later, I felt accomplished and enlightened.

LMFAO was sexy... and they knew it.